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Written by Rachelle
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Wednesday, 22 July 2009 |
I'm knocking on the door of desire.
This feeling is climbing,
higher, higher.
I'm standing on the edge
of the ledge
of strange.
I should be
locked up
in a cage.
I'm tearing at my hair,
it's all coming out.
I'm fighting with myself,
wrestling with self-doubt.
Mirror mirrors shatter everywhere around me.
I close my eyes but I can't help but see.
I'm ripping at my flesh
tearing it with my teeth.
I'm drinking red absinthe
swimming in bloody glee.
Down these corridors
lined with locked doors.
I close my eyes but I can't help but see.
I scream so loud but no one hears my plea.
I get down on my knees
and cry for help.
Emotions breaking out,
falling off their dusty shelves.
I think I'm lost
in this maze
made of locked doors.
I feel my reason
seeping out of my pores.
I close my eyes but I can't help but see.
I feel it creeping up,
definite insanity.
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Last Updated ( Monday, 27 July 2009 )
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